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The Documenteer

from Seven Excuses for . . . by Burnt Norton

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I wanted to hear your voice; bear witness to beautiful noise. But you were already dead. Upon dark riverbanks you rested your straw head. Now I have the proper documents: records of phone calls, my name screamed at concerts. Now I'm the documenteer, dredging up memories for little bits I'd like to hear. I'm the documenteer, scouring these hallways for little things I hold dear. Now I have collected sounds, pages from notebooks, spiral bound. All of this to no avail: your eyes fixed on dead stars, your hands shaking and pale. I'm the documenteer, dredging up memories for little bits I'd like to hear. I'm the documenteer, scouring these hallways for little things I hold dear. I'm the documenteer.

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from Seven Excuses for . . ., released March 1, 2004

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